Is It Broken, the Glass I Mean?

My message to a dear friend when we were having the hiccoughs!

Is It Broken the Glass I Mean?

Do you care?

Are You really there?

Watch where you're putting your feet please?

And hark I hear my echo.

As apparently, only I do.

In it's repetitive sound an almost curious stutter.

 

Your absence of care causing the pane of glass,

within the frame of our friendship to crack.

Oh Dear!

Must it be broken altogether?

Shaking my head and perhaps even your hand.

I smile as I turn.

Either way I'm free.

 

 

Author's Note

Often the seeming end of relationships or friendships are to me, really an opportunity to access ourselves within their frameworks. I am oft surprised at the phoenix like gifts within.